I usually blog at night after I tuck the monsters into my kids' closets.
But Tuesday night I had to fly to New York so I waited until my kids got off the bus then I kissed them, said "Good luck with that," to my husband and left.
I got to the airport early, whizzed through security, got upgraded to first class and spent the next 90 minutes flirting with having a very intellectual discussion with a very wealthy, handsome hedge fund manager from CT.
I'm supposed to be working right now so I can't get into the details, but that conversation kicked off a 2 day whirlwind tour of talking to strangers that found me face to face with an honest to God Rockstar, the funniest cab driver I've ever met and a US Olympian from 1956.
Also, a polarbear.
I have so much to tell you but there never seems to be time to both LIVE and blog about it.
Also, work, raise 4 kids and run 500 miles.
Apologies for my sloth.